"See you at 7 pm tonight" I shouted to my better half who was heading out the door for work. He paused, thought and then curiously inquired, "What's at 7 pm and where?"I inhaled deeply and uttered irritatingly, "the orientation" then in a melodious tone added, "Hons, be on time!"
A quick nod and he drove away.
As the day unfolded, I found myself unable to focus. The realization that this teen, who was once a tiny infant in a car seat just 13 years ago, will soon be heading off to college, filled me with a mix of emotions. His growth, like a flower blooming in the spring, was both beautiful and bittersweet.
When I think about the years that passed, they were no doubt like licking the honey off the spoon. The kid was obedient, had a smile, and listened. Still, I was not satisfied. I was hungry for more. I must have lectured him in a soft and loud voice about gazillions of things while allowing him to select when we would order at a restaurant or choose his own color shoes or outfit, just so that he could think of what he likes or desires. I remember the time he chose a bright red shirt and green pants for a family dinner, and I let him be. I was his shadow every step of the way. Guided him between right and wrong while teaching him the basics of life such as tying his shoelaces, riding a bike and blow the dust off the scrape that he would meet while learning any new skill.
I am immensely proud of the person he has become today, a testament to his growth and our shared journey.
I also dread the coming years as I cling to those fond memories of his hugs, kisses, and playful mannerisms with me. The coming years will be a challenge where I must be mindful of my opinions, lectures over several topics that interest him. I have to give him space while allowing his wings to flap off and on. I also have to learn to choose my battles since being a teen, he will want to get a taste of everything, but I don't want him to get hurt during that process. The fear of him getting hurt is a constant companion, but it's a fear I must learn to live with.
Aha! Life of a parent is a test of patience at this juncture.
However, in the back of my mind, I am assured that the foundation, aka his wings, is robust and sturdy, thus avoiding him from swaying or drifting in the wrong storm.
Sitting here, sipping my ginger tea and sharing these reflections, I am filled with a profound sense of hope. This hope anchors my soul as I continue to navigate the complexities of parenting, knowing that his future is bright and full of potential.
I am proud of what he is today!
Mantra for today: One Life, many decisions!
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This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. Our sentence this week was “When it comes to the years…”
